bills

In spite and despite all, love has passed unnoticed, the heart torn in my stomach, up side down. It could have been just the inhabitable maturity to perform the heart’s songs. Ending up by destroying my faces with incalculable thoughts of elaborated phrases, they were only ornamented phrases created for the art of conquer. And I wanted, little by little to conquer. But it was useless, because you were calculating my kisses.

2003

Because I am not sap anymore, running through no one’s veins, because I am nothing. Because I have been killed, and chased.
Because from above, someone’s looking down upon me
But from here they pull me down
Wise men will know what to do with me
After I die.

After I live,
I’ll know
That I haven’t learnt that much
That I haven’t loved so much
I will dare to say that days are nothing more than days which cease me
Many of you will withdraw, but I am staying.
Winds run towards blood, therefore, they come to me.
Rain falls, I don’t fear.
Because I am on my own, I’ve come to fill my days with faces and quotations
With anger and wants of crying

Then, with no more trance against my pillow, I’d deceive myself, fastening my eyes and opening them again.
I trick myself, I shout to the entire world that I’m closing my eyes, and I crack them again.